[The touch to his forehead makes something in his heart twist for a moment, but like everything else it's a mystery to him why. He lifts his chin obligingly, staring up a Mary, and shakes his head just slightly.]
No. I just feel... Weak. Nauseous.
[Out of place. Unsteady and confused and like there's some terrible sense of dread hanging over him.]
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No. I just feel... Weak. Nauseous.
[Out of place. Unsteady and confused and like there's some terrible sense of dread hanging over him.]